After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect.

Chapter 19. Everything is difficult at the beginning
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A strange animal skin was spread out in front of Song Yan.

This is the place dedicated to leather making for the official disciples of Nanzhu Peak. The environment is many times better than that of the menial room. In addition to the pleasant atmosphere of being located on the remnant of the Xuanmai, the lighting and ventilation are also quite good.

Transparent crystals were inlaid in the irregular holes in the dome, and golden sunlight shone on the almost transparent jade table. However, this table was not the long table in the servants' room that could seat dozens of people, but an exquisite and small one that could only accommodate two or three people.

This skin is the skin of a monster.

But it was different from the monster skins Song Yan saw in the servants' room.

"The ones in the servants' room are all broken and old monster skins, which are for the servants to try out, but the ones we have here are undamaged low-level monster skins." Zhang Yin smoothed the skin and added, "At least this piece of skin is not damaged. So, we have to be extra careful when making it.

If you successfully make a shadow puppet, you will get ten contribution points.

But if you fail, you have to pay compensation.

Three contribution points. ”

"I understand, Senior Brother Zhang." Song Yan nodded cautiously.

Then, Zhang Yin began to teach the simple method of making monster skins.

The process is the same as for ordinary animal hides, but in order to avoid damage, the requirements for carving are much more delicate.

"Brother, look carefully, these are the four basic carving techniques."

Zhang Yin looked focused, scraping lightly with the carving knife, and said, "Snowflakes."

Change from scraping to blade, keep the blade still, use your fingers to apply force and rotate the skin against the edge.

"Drawing."

He lifted the carving knife slightly, tapped it lightly, then picked up the hammer beside him and knocked it twice.

"Chiseled."

The blade is slightly flat and slanted against the leather surface, and pushed by hand.

"Push the skin and cut the knife."

Song Yan watched and learned seriously, and then Zhang Yin took out a broken animal skin and asked him to try his hand, saying: “Junior brother, try it first, and then take the monster skin in a few days.

In the past, you could make one or two shadow puppets a day in the leather workshop, but with this kind of monster skin, you’d be lucky if you could make one in three days.”

After that, Zhang Yin took out another drawing and said, "This is the Blood Blade Elk. Try this first."

"Thank you, senior brother."

Song Yan took the broken animal skin and tried it.

This time, he had an experience different from his previous experience in the leather workshop.

The resistance on the monster's skin is very great, and when you press down with your palm, you will feel an obvious tingling sensation. The harder you press, the stronger the pain, as if there are thousands of needles hidden in the skin of this dead monster.

He recalled Zhang Yin's actions before.

The palm was almost suspended in the air, and the five fingers were extremely tense.

It can be said that this is completely making leather with fingers.

One can imagine the effort and hard work required.

Song Yan asked: "Brother Zhang, what kind of monster is this?"

Zhang Yin said, "The most common low-level monster is the white thorn deer. It can be seen everywhere outside the monster gathering area, but it is not something that ordinary disciples like you who haven't even mastered magic can touch."

Song Yan nodded and suddenly asked, "What level of monster is the monster from Shanhai Country?"

This question is very natural.

After asking, Song Yan even added in a casual tone: "The furnace tripod in the room told me that the multi-tailed fox tribe is only a tribe of the Shanhai Kingdom."

But the air suddenly fell silent.

Zhang Yin glanced at him and said carefully, "That's not a monster, that's a demon.

At least a demon beast is still a beast, but a monster is already a demon. They are two different beings.
Don’t ask about the rest. An ordinary disciple like me doesn’t know either.

But Junior Brother, don't worry. Great Wei is nothing to the Mountain and Sea Monster Nation. Even the Multi-tailed Fox Clan may not know that they have such a descendant and will not attack. "

Song Yan nodded and continued to practice leather making techniques with concentration.

He listened to Zhang Yin's advice. Zhang Yin asked him to practice more with broken monster skins, so he decided to practice for a few more days. When he was familiar with the technique and would not make mistakes, he would take the monster skins that "would cost money if damaged".

Seven days later.

[You have absorbed the remaining life span of a white thorn deer: 22 years]

Song Yan looked at the finished "Blood Blade Elk" shadow puppet and was speechless.

Seven days, if he is lucky, will be enough for him to absorb 140 years of life.

This... Even if we remove the first four days of his adaptation, it would still take three days to absorb 22 years of lifespan.

However, the amount of life span absorbed was less, but it could be exchanged for 10 contribution points in three days, which was many times more than before.

'It has both advantages and disadvantages.'

Song Yan was not discouraged.

All things are difficult at the beginning, and this is his first time making monster skins.

This kind of production is obviously difficult, but if you become proficient with practice, and can use the skins of more powerful monsters to make shadow puppets in the future, then you will live a long and profitable life.

In addition, he is also quite interested in "Leather Master".

In his opinion, in any world, "technicians" are safer than "soldiers." "Soldiers" need to go to the battlefield, while "technicians who develop and research weapons" stay in the "research laboratory."

Even if a disaster is imminent, the organization will first take the "technical workers" and run away; if they encounter the enemy, they will mobilize "soldiers" to desperately protect the "technical workers"; if the "technical workers" are accidentally trapped, they will send "soldiers" deep into the enemy camp to rescue them; even if they really cannot be rescued, the "technical workers" will not be killed, but will be recruited by the enemy. Even if they do not surrender, they will most likely be treated well by the enemy.
How great.

He wants to be a "technician".

While Song Yan's thoughts were wandering, Zhang Yin came to check the animal skins he had made.

Senior Brother Zhang held the animal skin shadow puppet, checked it in the sunlight, and said in amazement: "Not bad, not bad. You can do it like this for the first time. You are really talented." Song Yan smiled. He had already practiced the second level of Xuan. He could control his perception and strength better, so he could naturally make leather well. But he still responded, "It's thanks to my good teaching."

Zhang Yin patted him on the shoulder and said, "Keep up the good work. If you really do well, I will do what I say and recommend you."

In the evening, Song Yan sat in the leather workshop, concentrating on processing the next piece of animal hide.

A fragrant breeze suddenly blew from afar.

He didn't look up either.

Wang Susu sat opposite him and said with a smile, "Junior brother, can I come sit here tomorrow?"

She did not show any seductiveness or flirtation at all, but was sincere instead.

Charming seduction was the means she used to kill people and to deceive Lu Ding before, not to find partners or allies.

Song Yan said: "Okay."

Wang Susu covered her lips and smiled, “On the first day that Junior Brother came to Nanzhu Peak, he sat opposite me.

Today, we sit together again.

It's fate.

This time, Senior Sister will definitely treat you with sincerity, and I hope Junior Brother will not let me down."

Her voice became softer and softer.

Song Yan nodded.

Wang Susu was indeed very useful and smart, and she was full of ideas. This time, she helped him avoid a big pit with just a few words. Of course, if he hadn't been reminded, he might not have stepped into the pit, but it was a good fate after all.

Wang Susu smiled sweetly, brought over her own animal skins and knives, then sat down opposite Song Yan, worked on the leather at the desk, and said no more.

In the blink of an eye, more than a month has passed.

Qingxi City Square.

After completing the purchase of animal skins, the Nanzhufeng team planned to rest for a night in a restaurant in a small town near the city and return at daybreak.

In the dead of night, a delicate masked shadow quietly left the restaurant and quickly went to another mansion.

Knock on the door.

get inside.

Inside the mansion, a man in a silver-white sword robe looked at the man in black in front of him in surprise and asked cautiously, "Sir, why are you here so late at night?"

The shadow said, "Is he a senior brother from Jianmen?"

The man was startled, then nodded. After all, the sword robe he was wearing was the uniform of a disciple of the Southern Wu Sword Sect. Then he asked in confusion, "Which junior sister are you?"

The shadow took out a palm-sized map from his bosom and quickly stuffed it into the man's hand, saying, "Brother, this is a topographic map of part of the Shadow Play Peak. There are many evil places in the peak, and the weather is different during the day and at night. Give it to the sect. Also, Brother Xu Changjun is missing, and he may have died."

The man spread it out and took a look, then nodded carefully and said, "Don't worry, I'll pass it on."

The shadow said, "Then I'll take my leave now."

The man said, "Junior sister, you are in the enemy camp, please be careful."

"Thank you, senior brother." The black shadow said and turned around.

Behind her, the man in the sword robe suddenly became stern. With a flick of his finger, the flying sword came out of its sheath silently. Then, with a flick of his finger, the sword shot out and was about to reach behind the black shadow.

The shadow turned around belatedly, with shock, confusion, and fear in her beautiful eyes.
But she was too late to react.

At this moment, a man's figure flew down from the nearby wall and stood behind her with a sword in hand.

Ding!
The sword made a crisp sound.

when! !

A sword flew backwards.

The flying figure was pinned to the ground by the flying sword.

Blood splattered, spraying the man in black's face.

"Go!" the figure shouted in a trembling voice, "Go! He is a spy from the Demon Sect."

The man in the sword robe smiled, stepped forward, moved his fingers again, and as he made a sword gesture, the figure who was speaking had his head chopped off.

The blood-stained flying sword was suspended in the air.

At this moment, several figures in sword robes flew over from not far away.

The man in the sword robe was stunned. He didn't even bother to kill the man in black. He turned around and fled on his sword.

The man in black stood there like a fool. The black cloth covering his face slipped down, revealing a delicate oval face. However, the heroic spirit on this oval face turned into extremely complicated emotions.

She touched the blood on her face and the ground, standing there like a fool.

At this moment, one of the sword-robed figures who were chasing him turned back, landed and looked at the man in black, identified him, froze for a moment, then sighed softly: "Seventh Miss, it's not easy to be a spy. The battle between good and evil is more about petty intrigues and petty tricks, not the happy revenge you think. Go home."

Qi Yao looked at the blood on her palm, her lips trembling.

She looked at the disciple who died for her on the ground and asked in a trembling voice, "Who is he?"

"Is it important?"

"It's very important. He saved me. He saved me with his life."

“But many such disciples are dying.”

Qi Yao took a deep breath, wiped the blood off his face, turned around and ran away.

She closed her eyes tightly, holding back tears.

The figure in sword robe in the distance sighed lightly, shook his head, and did not chase after him.

(End of this chapter)